I went to a frosty meat shoot the other morning with a good turn out of some great guys. Then there's Bill. I've only seen him at this particular clubs shoots and was always in awe of him since he's 90 years old, he shuffles along, smiling all the while and still burnin powder. We've only exchanged some small pleasantries and nice shootin compliments but yesterday was different. As we were leaving the line he extended hand, looked me dead in the eyes, smiled and said good shooting with you. It genuinely warmed my heart and all I could do was smile while holding his still strong grip and say thank you sir, it was an honor to shoot with you!
I'll never forget that sunny frosty morning in the Catskills.
I'll never forget that sunny frosty morning in the Catskills.